Ye Shiyu took a step forward and said obediently: "Aunt Song is good, Aunt Han is good." ”

Mrs. Song smiled, "Yo, the poetry is also here, it really looks better the longer it gets." ”

Mrs. Han glanced at Ye Shiyu without being salty, "Miss Ye likes to come to Mrs. Fang's place." ”

Mrs. Song disagreed, "These two families are relatives after all." ”

After speaking, Mrs. Song pulled Song Cheng over again, "Ah Cheng, say hello to your Aunt Fang and Shiyu." ”

Song Cheng took a step forward, "Aunt Fang is good." ”

Then he turned his head to look at Ye Shiyu, with a gentle smile on his face, "Shiyu, I haven't congratulated you yet, I'm going to take over Director Ji's movie." ”

Mrs. Han was stunned for a moment and asked, "Which Ji Shao?"

"Which other Ji Shao?" Mrs. Song said: "It's the grandson of the Ji family, it is said that the Ji family has been making trouble recently because of this matter!"

Li Xue smiled slightly, "No matter how you can't get along, that's also the grandson of the Ji family." ”

Mrs. Song nodded, "That's right, so it's not easy for Shiyu to take over the movie directed by his grandson, and the vision of the grandson of the Ji family is not low." ”

Mrs. Han glanced at Ye Shiyu, "The acting skills are good." “

Ye Shiyu lowered her head and smiled, "I haven't signed the contract yet." ”

Mrs. Song looked at Ye Shiyu's modest appearance and said, "Hey, eight or nine is not far from ten, I can ask, saying that the contract will be signed in the next two days, this granddaughter of your Fang family is really good." ”

Li Xue smiled slightly with satisfaction and punched each other's rainbow farts, "How can this be compared with Song Cheng, I heard that Song Cheng has been terrible recently, and a concert was held in Guanghai Concert Hall before." ”

Mrs. Han said on the side: "Who says it's not, I heard that Song Cheng released a new album last month, and he has been the No. 1 on the Internet for a month in a row, and now he is a national idol." ”

Mrs. Song said: "Hey, it's nothing, I don't want this kid to enter the entertainment industry, but he likes music, and I can't help it." ”

"Isn't that good?" Mrs. Han said: "Your family also has an entertainment industry, isn't it just right for him to enter the entertainment industry?"

After speaking, Mrs. Han had a headache, "It's like that bastard stinky boy in my family, I don't know what I'm doing all day long, all of them cause trouble for me, and I don't know where the nest has gone recently, so I'm home all day long." ”

Li Xue smiled, "Young people, they all have their own ideas, maybe Han Shao is starting a business outside, so you don't have to worry about it then." ”

Mrs. Han said "hehe", "I'm thankful that this stinky boy didn't cause trouble for me." ”

After speaking, she glanced at Li Xuewei: "Speaking of which, your son is still the most competitive, keeping your Fang clan in good order, and doubling your Fang clan's industry in the past few years, you have given birth to a good son." ”

Li Xuewei thought of Fang Feicheng's serious face, and sighed: "That's what I said, but where did I give birth to a good son, sometimes I feel that I gave birth to a father." ”

As soon as Li Xuewei said this, Mrs. Song and Mrs. Han couldn't help but laugh when they thought of Fang Feicheng's serious face, "Don't say that, Feicheng is older than them, so it must be more serious." ”

Several people complained about their sons, but they chatted very happily, and when they looked up after drinking tea for a while, they saw Song Cheng and Ye Shiyu not knowing when they arrived at the table not far away.

Mrs. Han glanced at it curiously, "What is that doing?"

Li Xuewei looked at it and said, "Oh, this is just afternoon, her grandfather practiced calligraphy there, and she also practiced a few pairs of characters, and her writing is not bad." ”

Mrs. Song looked surprised and said in disbelief: "Shiyu still knows calligraphy at a young age?"

Mrs. Han said, "Let's go and see." ”

Subsequently, three people also came over, Ye Shiyu was writing a pair of words for Song Cheng to see, watching the three people coming, she just wanted to put down the pen, Mrs. Song stopped her: "Don't worry about us, continue to write." ”

Ye Shiyu smiled and continued to bow her head to write, looking at her slender hand, but when she held the brush, her posture was upright, and when she put down the pen, she drew one stroke at a time, with square strength and ease, not at all like a young girl's writing.

A few people looked at it without saying a word, and they didn't dare to disturb Ye Shiyu, until she put down the pen, and the words "Don't put a wine glass dry in life" appeared on the plain white paper, which was inexplicably shocking.

looked at Mrs. Song and couldn't help but praise, "God, the seven words of poetry are also written so well, don't let the wine glass dry in life, this is the poem "Partridge Sky" by Huang Tingjian in the Song Dynasty. ”

"yes. Li Xue nodded slightly, and looked at Ye Shiyu more and more happily: "The word poetry expresses the artistic conception in Huang Tingjian's poem. ”

Even Han Shaoren on the side couldn't stop nodding, "At a young age, I write so well, and my writing is really good." ”

Ye Shiyu smiled a little embarrassedly, "Shiyu is ugly now, which makes Aunt Song and Aunt Han laugh." ”

Mrs. Song shook her head and said: "How come, if you are talented, you should show it, but there are few young people who can calm down and practice calligraphy." ”

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Song Cheng: "See, how good your poetic sister is." ”

Song Cheng nodded slightly: "Yes, it's good." ”

When he raised his head again, when he looked at Ye Shiyu, his star-like eyes were also slightly shining, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously pursed a smile and said, "I never knew that you also wrote a good hand." ”

Ye Shiyu tilted her head and said with a coquettish face: "Brother Song Cheng doesn't know more." ”

The two of them were like this, so that Mrs. Song, Mrs. Han and Li Xuewei couldn't help but smile, and just as they wanted to say something, Old Man Fang pulled Ye Ran out of the villa and looked at a few people surrounding Ye Shiyu, "What are you doing here?"

When everyone heard this, they turned their heads one by one, and when they saw Old Man Fang, they were all right, and greeted them one by one, Old Man Fang waved his hand and smiled: "Don't be so polite, what were you looking at just now?"

Li Xue smiled slightly, "Dad, it's a poem that has just been written, we are looking at it, Mrs. Song and Mrs. Han both think it's good, do you want to take a look?"

Old Man Fang was also interested, "I'll take a look." ”

Then Old Man Fang came over to take a look and nodded again and again, "Yes, yes, the words of poetry are good." ”

"That's it. ”

Li Xuewei said: "I learned it from my father, can it be bad?"

Mrs. Song said: "It turned out that I learned from the old man, so it's no wonder." ”

Mrs. Han also said: "Yes, we all know that the old man is the vice chairman of the Huaxia Calligraphy Association, and his handwriting is even more superb, and I don't know how many people in the capital want to ask for a pair of old man's words." ”